I wrapped my arms around her leg and started spearing her "gimme that fuckin wet hairy pussy!" i gasped i took my time fucking her and let me tell you...that woman felt every thrust of my dick into her. i had her laying on her back with her legs up in the air pretty toes curling up just getting her pussy throttled by this dick. when she squirmed i held her in place and kept fuckin her. she pressed her lips against mine as we tongue kissed and i continued to deep sea dive in her pussy."turn around. I was in my room and just had a t shirt and cut jeans shorts on, that was stretching with the pressure of my erection.I sat alone, counting my choices. My mom was there. She was in her mid-40 but did not look a day over 30. I knew, my dad must have totally re-designed her pussy in the last 20 years plus after the birth of 3, now she must be fitting loose even on the dad’s pole. Supposing, if she agreed to let me in her, it was a tasteless sin. My elder brother’s wife was also a choice but I had. She crumpled down onto me and stayed there for about thirty minutes.Knowing that we had to get a shower and change our clothes for dinner, I woke her gradually. As she began to perk up, I said, "We need to get cleaned up for your showing at dinner, sexy."She replied by kissing me softly as she slowly sat up. As she rolled off the bed, I followed and directed her to the shower.Christina started to perk up as the water coated her tempting frame. I tried to maintain a business-like approach,. ’ It’s one of my favourite songs. I just changed a few words as I went along to fit it to our parents.”“That was so beautiful!” Then she started weeping into her hands.“Hey ... what’s wrong?” He asked, gently standing up close to her and rubbing her back. “That song was supposed to cheer you up, not make you sad and cry,” he said, taking her hands away and brushing her tears aside. “Abby, I promise you, as long as I live, I’ll never, ever give you a reason to be sad and cry.”“I’m not sad, I’m.